Qi Yun's gaze fell on the figure slowly stepping out from the shadows of the thatched cottage beside True Monarch Shen Yi.
With just one glance, even with a state of mind tempered through thousands of deadly tribulations to be as unruffled as an ancient, frozen abyss, Qi Yun couldn't help but freeze in slight surprise.
It was a woman. She wore an extremely plain and elegant moon-white dress without any patterns. Its hem trailed on the ground, yet it remained completely spotless. Her posture was tall and slender, like a solitary, proud winter plum in a snowfield, or a wisp of cool moonlight above the clouds. As for her appearance, Qi Yun temporarily couldn't find the right words to describe it.
